Taming Cupid

Chapter Eight - I Promise I'm Not a Grumpy Person It's Just Jason -

Recap:

“Have you seen Stella? It's about time to leave for school.”

“About that... Dad thinks that it would be a good idea if you rode with me for now on and for me to watch over you. Since there's going to be a lot of people coming to the pack because of you, he just feels like you would be safer with me.”

I let what he said sink in for a moment, processing what he meant. Actually screw whatever it meant, this means I get to be around him more and who was I to deny myself that pleasure. I grinned and winked at him. “Well then we should get a move on now shouldn't we?”

Chapter Eight – I Promise I’m Not a Grumpy Person It’s Just Jason –

-Rosie-

Jason’s a jerk. Seriously I don’t understand him. He teases me and talks to me at home but as soon as we get to school I suddenly have the plague and he can’t even be seen walking into school with me. And that’s exactly what he did. As soon as I stepped from his truck his back was already to me as he walked off, not even a good bye uttered. It was times like these that our relationship sounded like a Taylor Swift song.

Yeah, yeah, yeah,

At home I’m his friend.

Someone he cares for.

At school I don’t exist.

Yeah I’m invisible.

So invisible.

Invisible!

My skills in song writing were sadly lacking. Actually if I had to pick a song to describe our relationship, oh Lord that really makes me sound like a creep, it would probably be her song Invisible or another like that one, but in the girls. It seemed a lot of her songs were redundant. Most of her songs were about falling in love with your best friend, the boy who cheated on you, getting revenge on the boy who hurt you, your boyfriend not treating you right, and being happy with the boy you are with. And to be completely truthful, I loved her music anyway. I could take one of her songs for every relationship I had been in easily. Like my first relationship was just like her song Fifteen. I was fifteen, he was on the football team, thought he loved me, realized that I didn’t really love him, he was holding me back from what I wanted, broke up with him. It also helped with the break up that he could be a total jerk and disapproved of my friends. I had the worst of luck when it came to dating.

I readjusted my back pack as I walked through the school to my first block class. I love my first block class. For me it’s study hall with the new health teacher Mr. French. Previous years he had been just a sub at our school. I had been lucky enough to be graced with his presence numerous times as my sub and now. And now dear lord, and now he was my Study Hall teacher and I got to see him first thing every morning. How lucky was I?! Eeeeee he was so cute!

As I stepped into the class my eyes were easily drawn to him. He was behind his desk running his large hands through his hair as he stared grumpily down at some paper. One thing I had learned about him was that he was a perpetually grumpy guy in the morning.

“Good Morning, Mr. French.” I beamed at him as I stepped up to his desk and looked up at his tall frame.

“Morning Miss Rosalie.” He grumbled.

“Mr. French how many times do I have to ask you to call me Rosie? Miss Rosalie makes me sound so old, and I’m only 17.” I bated my eyes at him flirtatiously.

“Umm, well.” He stumbled looking into my eyes.

“Rosie! Mrs. Silver needs you down in her room right now.” A student said as she walked into the room and handed me a pass.